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my neck her soft arms twine,

My kisses fleck her bosom's snow,

Her breath intoxicates like wine,

And sends the blood's imperious flow

Mantling across my eyes; I know

At last that she is wholly mine.

And I am hers. Each pulse of me

Beats red rebellion, and each vein

Swells with an overwhelming sea

Of sad, glad, pleasurable pain

Pervading every sense, my brain

Throbs with a mad intensity.

Rh